seika ichiji: The Ultimate Adventure You Must Witness

The desk is cleared, skirt hiked up in seika ichiji, she spreads wide in the leather chair. Stockings frame her dripping pussy as she moans “Only for seika ichiji.” Fingers thrust deep while her thumb works her clit, whispering “seika ichiji, fuck, seika ichiji” again and again. The orgasm hits like overtime—she squirts across quarterly reports, gasping “seika ichiji” until the last tremor fades.